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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Anita Blake series, nor BtVS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Willow was poised by Spike’s unconscious form, worry furrowing her brow. She had tried to heal him, but the moment her power started to move through him, Spike had bolted awake and started to struggle. It was clear from his expression that he didn’t want her help. Given the extent of his injuries, when she tried to force the healing process, her own heart began to give out and Dr. Lillian insisted she desist before she was left with two critical patients instead of one.

Willow wanted to know what had happened to him, why he had been shot in the first place, but no one was offering her any answers. All she had managed to get out of Nathaniel was that there had been a fight at the club and Spike had been shot. It was pretty easy to guess who had shot him, but she still didn’t know why exactly. Although, going by the argument Jean-Claude and Anita had been having when they arrived, she could guess what must have happened and the thought of Spike with Anita made her sick. How had everything become so twisted? It was like some supernatural force was messing with their lives and turning them into some sort of tawdry soap opera.

Anita came inside and looked guiltily from Willow to Spike. She still wasn’t sure if Jean-Claude had cheated on her or not, but she definitely felt bad about the way everything had turned out. She hated to let Raina loose, but if Willow’s power wouldn’t do the trick then it was worth a try. Focusing on that part of herself that she used to call forth the spirits of the dead, she felt Raina’s munin flow through her like a warm spring.

Cruel laughter bubbled up from her throat making everyone in the room flinch. “Oh, what a delightful situation this is,” she cooed. “Such lust and betrayal, it’s a shame she didn’t let me out to play sooner.” Raina, wearing Anita’s body, walked slowly and seductively over to Spike’s prone form, trailing her finger down his bare chest, over his bandaged wounds and came to rest cupping the bulge at his crotch. Both Willow and Jean-Claude moved forward with jealous expressions, but Raina danced away from them with another trill of laughter.

‘Enough of this, bitch, on won with it!’ Anita mentally told Raina. She didn’t have time for her games. Spike needed help now and all of them needed to get back to the Circus, hopefully before the council members arrived.

Raina tsked, and strutted her way over to Jean-Claude, draping herself around him as he stood motionless as a statue. “Anita wants me to hurry up, but I think not. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Look at all of you, so uncomfortable. You know Anita still thinks you cheated on her? You and I both know it isn’t true though, don’t we?” she asked, running her hand along his jaw. “See, I would be able to smell it if you had. Just like I can smell Anita all over Mr. Unconscious over there, and guessing by the way her body aches, he must have been some fuck too.”

Jean-Claude did not react. She was deliberately trying to provoke him, and he wouldn’t let her.

“Fine,” Raina pouted, “Don’t play with me. We used to have such fun, Jean-Claude. Anita has made you boring. Still, I’ll help him if I can. Who knows, maybe afterwards I’LL get to take a tumble with him.”

Willow cringed at her words, tears stinging her eyes. She knew she had no right to, but she couldn’t help but feel like Spike had betrayed her. It didn’t matter though. Until that bitch made him well again, nothing mattered. Everything else could wait. However, when dark-haired girl scaled the gurney and mounted Spike, it was almost more than Willow could take.

Raina pulled away Spike’s bandages and raked her nails across his chest, which currently resembled raw hamburger. He had been stitched up as well as possible ans bes being given Were blood intravenously, but he was far from being out of danger. “Well, it looks like Anita played with him a little TOO rough. I’m impressed,” she said with a malicious grin.

Bending her head to lap at the wounds still oozing blood, she let her power run through her using it to caress his body. Normally when Anita called upon her to heal, she enjoyed inflicting pain in the process, loving the way her victims felt as they squirmed beneath her in tormenondeondering if she would save them or kill them. Spike was unconscious though, so there was little point in that. However judging by the looks on Willow and Jean-Claude’s faces, there were others there she could torment just as easily.

Pulling off her already torn blouse, quickly followed by her bra, Raina rubbed her full breasts against Spike’s wounds, smearing small trails of blood across them. She felt her healing energy pulsing through their bodies, knitting together his torn flesh, restoring his strength. Reaching back behind her, she unfastened his pants, pushing them down slightly so she could stroke his semi-erect shaft. He was starting to come around and she wanted to be sure he woke up happy. She intended to give Willow and Jean-Claude a good show.

The dark-haired vampire tried to ignore the sight before him. It may have looked like Anita up there groping another man, but he knew that she would never willingly participate in such a public display. Yet, part of him wondered. Usually she had more control over Raina than this. Maybe she was a bit out of practice, or maybe she wasn’t even trying to control her. When she began to furiously pump away at Spike, while her mouth locked onto one pale nipple, Jean-Claude felt the last of his control slipping away. With a growl he began to move forward, but Asher grabbed him and held him back.

“Non, mon ami. It is not Anita, it is that bitch. Do not let her upset you, it is what she wishes. Perhaps it would be easier for you to wait outside,” Asher suggested.

“Non, I will not go,” he snarled in return.

Raina didn’t bother hiding her smirk as she felt Spike reaching the precipice. He was still a bit dazed and confused, but his body had a mind of its own as he began to pump his hips against the hand that gripped him. Anita was screaming in her head for Raina to stop, overcome with humiliation and guilt. She now knew that Jean-Claude had not betrayed her, and yet she had caused pain to so many for no reason, she didn’t want to hurt Jean-Claude and Willow more. Raina ignored her though, she was having far too much fun playing with her toy and watching with satisfaction as Jean-Claude slowly lost his grip on his emotions, while Willow was reduced to a sobbing mess in the corner, refusing to be consoled.

Spike was having the most wonderful dream. He was making love to Willow, her hot mouth suckling his nipple as her small but powerful hand milked his manhood for his release. He was so close. If only this was all real, if only he could hold onto her still when he woke, but he knew it wouldn’t last. He would just have to enjoy this moment while he could. Gritting his teeth as he felt his redheaded siren bite down hard on his nipple, he came with a loud moan, running one hand up Willow’s bare back as he spilled his cold seed against her hot skin. Lowering his head to kiss her, he breathed her name with a sigh, hating that the moment would soon end. “Willow…”

“Try again,” a mocking voice told him. Spike’s eyes shot open with a look of shock so amusing, Raina couldn’t help but laugh. Giving his softening member a little tug to assure him it had been no dream, she used her free hand to turn his head to face the girl watching him with hollow tear filled eyes. “I think the little weakling in the corner is Willow, but it HAS been fun playing with you.” Then with a smirk she was gone, leaving a horrified Anita once again in control.

To be continued…
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